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The Auction

"Who'll bid?  Who'll bid?" the question rang   Where throned Death was calling.

I seemed to sense his charnel tang,   Mephitic air appalling;

And every tick I heard the clang   Of his steel hammer falling.

Come great men who upon our earth   Had held a lofty mission,

The spacious ones of lordly birth,   The cunning politician,

And gentlemen of holy worth   Or wondrous erudition.

One buyer in a corner trolls   Beyond the ghastly revel.

He buys by lots or single souls,   His voice is low and level.

And paltry is the price he doles.   The buyer is the Devil!

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Edward Dyson

Edward George Dyson (4 March 1865 – 22 August 1931), or 'Ted' Dyson, was an Australian journalist, poet, playwright and short story writer. He w…
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